Thursday, June 17, 2010

Vermont was like...

this time two years ago i was in New Hampshire, en route to Vermont, still oblivious to the perils of border crossing bus stops. seeing as how i've already recycled these concerns once, i've decided to try something a little different this year and offer up a collage in celebration of the Green Mountain State. and so...

Vermont was like:

fornicating Buddhas outside Woodstock



and the drift of hot air balloons over the Quichee Gorge


gorging on pumpkin seeds in White River Junction.



picking up hitchhikers holding park service hats



and angry bus station declarations
by employees of Vermont Transit



downtown cafes with sad women



legs white from the long winter



the slow spring and cut glass eyes,



blue as the ones I left behind.

the sunset over Lake Champlain



after a long day of writing and meditation



trips to the market seeking hot chocolate



and finding topsoil, six bags for ten dollars.



sleeping windows open with 90 year old
nightgowns under my pillow



and dreams so crisp as Plattsburgh breezes across the water



learning about karma and the trembling Fear



the long ride back to Boston



still shaking, trying to breathe,
sitting next to a middle age woman



from Montreal with lust in my heart.

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